restrooms and waited until the two women appeared. When Sinclair looked up and met his eyes, he lifted one hand and made a “come here” gesture with two fingers.
She turned and said something to Whitney, and the two women headed in his direction. As she crossed the room, his cock got hard just watching her walk.
Damn, he loved her curves.
By the time she reached the bar his cock was hard. He needed to take her somewhere private and play for a bit. She looked stressed and he needed to make sure she was okay with the evening so far. But where? The stockroom? Or maybe the garden out back?
“Yes?” she asked once she had reached the bar.
Whitney and Gentry gasped in shock. Jackson raised one eyebrow at both her question and her snarky tone. He fought back a grin as her eyes widened when she realized her faux pas.
“I’m sorry. Yes, Sir?”
Jackson met her gray-green eyes and saw her arousal. His own sexual hunger responded until his cock throbbed behind the unforgiving leather of his pants.
“Taurus, I’m taking ten to show sunshine the garden.”
“Okay, but if you’re not back in twenty I’m clocking you out for the night.”
Jackson nodded and reached under the bar to grab a kitchen timer. After setting it for ten minutes he showed it to his boss, who chuckled and then ducked under the bar. Taking Sinclair’s hand, he quick-marched back the way she’d just come.
* * * *
Sinclair had to jog to keep up with the fast-moving man, but she didn’t fight as he pulled her along in his wake. She wondered where they were going, but didn’t ask as they passed the restrooms and continued to the end of the short hall. Finally, he turned and pushed through a door on the other side of the hall. She had just enough time to realize they’d entered what looked like an elevator lobby before they were through another door and outside.
“Shit, gravel,” Jackson muttered. Turning he bent and put his shoulder in her middle before straightening.
“Jackson!” Sinclair cried softly when she found herself over one shoulder with the back of her dress flipped over, exposing her bare ass to anyone who might be around. She grabbed at his waist, hoping she wouldn’t slide off his broad shoulder.
“Shhh, sunshine. I’ve done this dozens of times. Relax, you’re in good hands.”
She tensed even further when he started walking. When one hand came up and patted an ass cheek, she jumped. She froze when the large, hard hand slid down the crack of her ass and between her thighs to diddle at the entrance to her cunt.
“Sunshine, your pussy’s all wet,” he said, sounding pleased and not at all surprised.
Sinclair moaned as he slid two fingers deep into her cunt then twisted them back and forth. The arousal that had ebbed and flowed during the evening flared to a new height with that touch.
“More, I need more. Please, Jackson.”
“Shhh, I know you’re hurting, baby girl. A few more minutes and we’ll see about relaxing some of that tension away,” Jackson assured her.
She squeezed her thigh muscles, causing her labia to gently massage her clit, but it still wasn’t enough. When Jackson stopped, a high, whining sound almost drowned out a series of electronic beeps. It wasn’t until he began walking again that she realized the whining came from her.
She tried to look around, but found it was easier to just close her eyes and let Jackson take her where he would. She trusted him. He always took very good care of her, at least whenever he was around.
A moment later he carried her up several steps and he walked across a platform. She sucked a breath when he pulled his fingers from her core, then squealed as her bare ass came into contact with what she realized a moment later was a table.
“Problem?” he asked with a cocky grin.
He straightened, then lifted her legs until she lay back on the table, her ass right at the edge.
“This table is cold.”
He chuckled as he flipped the hem of her dress up and
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